In a tent: Auberge Bab Sahara

I really don’t know what my standards are anymore. Some places I can hardly sleep, I’m so obsessed with the lack of cleanliness. But then I arrived at a campsite in Atar, and instantly loved it.

It’s pretty cool, there seems to be a lot of these “campsites” around, where you can stay in a nomad-style tent thing for fairly cheap. I arrived at this one and crawled in. I’m instantly elated by the presence of clean sheets, a pillowcase, and a blanket. But the lady is apologizing for all the sand and leaves littering the floor, which I had yet to even notice…

So I don’t get it. I guess it’s a different kind of dirty that I’m still making peace with. Like the human kind of dirty, as opposed to the Mother Nature kind of dirty.